LABOR: Fireside Message

Though he wore a handkerchief mask over the
lower part of his face, the tall man in mirror-type sunglasses seemed
to show a workmanly patience at his job. For more than an hour one dark
morning last week, he painstakingly measured out puddles of gasoline in
each of the five dining rooms of Allgauer's Fireside restaurant in
Lincolnwood, a suburb northwest of Chicago. While a stubby accomplice
leveled an automatic at seven late workers and busboys, he methodically
laid fuses of gasoline-soaked toilet paper from pool to pool. When, at
3:45 a.m.. things were finally ready, the two hoods...